He shifted his attentions to the small of her back, along the way methodically kneading each muscle, one after the other. Her hands were nearby her head, fingers fanned, her bright red nails a contrast against the covers.
More lotion got applied to his hands. This time, the rubs began from below, going up her spine. The lavender scent was dizzying, but he persisted.
His rod was so f*****g hard.
By now, her spine was thoroughly smeared with lotion, the bumps along it glistening. Using his palms just inside her angel’s wings, he pulled on the disks.
He did it with some force. There was a satisfying crack as the vertebra loosened. Repeating the process, cracking all the way down along her spine, the cracks grew fewer and softer as he proceeded.
She moaned: “Aaaaah-haaaaah… Mmmmmm…”
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